To me, ‘slut’ is a term of endearment and honor.”She was peeling out of her sweatpants, but stopped. There might have been a bit of sniffle in h...er voice. “Why, thank you from the bottom of my heart! That’s what I appreciate about you -- it’s safe to be myself. No acts, unless both of us are role-playing.”Her panties were functional, not provocative. When she took off her shirt, she was more impressive. Her fine body, although it somehow lacked the tautness that I’d expect from an athlete. Her. Nervous look on her face with her arms crossed. She started to stammer something that would have led to her backing out of this so I blurted out "maybe this is what it will take to get dad to join in" silence. The silence ended with mom smiling, dropping her arms to her sides and proudly walking back to me at the bench.My god you could see them swinging back and forth inside her sweatshirt, I was in heaven! She gave me a grin and said maybe you're right. Mom then bent over resting her hands on. Finally, she felt the bottom of her thighs touch the top of his, so she moved her weight from her feet, and she let her body settle into a sitting position, her hands sliding down from where she had gripped her dad's shoulders while she lowered herself onto him. Her immediate task complete, Allie sighed in satisfaction as the discomfort slowly faded away. Contained in her lower midsection was a long and thick piece of muscle, a breeding muscle, and she had taken its entirety. It felt very tight. " It's the Romantic in all of us," Maryjean said. Her stomach growled and she sighed. "Enough dreaming; I'm starving, how about you?" Me, too. Are you serious about Thomas?" There's a lot more to him than I thought," Maryjean replied. "I mean, first of all, he can keep up with me. He's got enough endurance for any three guys." You can say that again," Sammi said. She'd once monopolized Thomas at a pool party, and been surprised that he could get it up as many times as he could. "What's he going.